Critical, creative and digital writingEcriture critique, créative et numérique

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Wrapped in reality

Breathe in. Breathe out. I sense the world I create. A sheet of knowledge surrounds My body like a lake. The reality around Is my own creation. It's a music without sound When without imagination. Each object, a cognitive layer, Each layer, a new memory. All perception leads further Into self-knowledge and alacrity. Wrapped in reality, my own, I sense the world I create. Environment is the spinal bone Of the world in which I partake. Breathe in. Breathe out. The aim of meaninglessness Is to put everything into doubt, So that you're never senseless. Gazing at yourself Is looking through a glass, A mirror of your self Reflecting your class. Think about it, for The wrap of reality Is a sureness you'll die for. Hesitancy on the contrary Will allow the lake To fill your soul And allow knowledge To drown your host. And finally you'll understand That what surrounds you is fake. Reality is nothing more than land Upon which you walk till you reach the lake.